In the courtyard in 1991. The son of a Moscow businessman was abducted. I will not tell all the details, only a few details. When transferring money to the intermediary for the hostage ($6,000, at the time a fairly large amount), my task was to stop in the taxi cab (from a nearby bandit called with a message that the money was in his possession) and by clicks of the rotating disk (plus looking) to count the number, transfer it to the technical service for the "through address".
Today, Sasha’s daytime was attended by an employee of the technical department of the Vimpel unit, who worked with us very often (they had and remain the best technical equipment). So, 30 years later, today he decided to ask the question that tormented him all these years: “WHOW????” You did it wrongly, right?” The violin’s musical hearing, visual attention and, of course, responsibility for the hostage’s life.
So we worked.
The boy was released a few hours later, his father later sent him away from sin to London, and I wrote with this guy for another ten years.
Yes is. As a gift from the father of the liberated boy, she received Poison perfumes, over which she cried, because she believed that she did not deserve them, but only performed her professional and official duty. The boy’s father disagreed. I gave my perfume to my mom.
This is how my music education in the class of scripture helped me.

Elena Rifenschtal